While the trio fought against John, Ada stayed in the comfort of the house and spectated everything from the television. She witnessed Nathan's broken state as he held his dear Lilith, which put a delighted smile on Ada's face.
KNOCK, KNOCK!
"Come in!"
Ada's closest men—Leon Carter, Nolan Woods, Charlotte, and Frank Garcia—entered the room.
"Miss, we should hurry up and go now," Charlotte recommended. "The rate at which the fight's going, that bastard John might steal your revenge."
"Yeah, that damn bastard doesn't know his place!" Frank replied. "Does he think he's anything more than a pawn?"
"It doesn't matter, we'll make it there in time," Leon assured. "And we'll kill John for trying to overstep his boundaries."
"Fufu, you're right. I'm pleased with how everything turned out though. Everything went exactly as I planned," Ada remarked as she got up from her couch. "Let's meet with the man of the hour, then."
*
With Zack and Lilith, the only allies he had, out of commission, it was just Nathan up against John. Both men were on their last legs...or at least that's how it seemed with John. Nathan's pure murderous gaze towards his opponent seemed as though he was perfectly fine despite all the bleeding and broken bones he sustained.
Ugh...how can this bastard keep fighting after everything I've done to him!? D...Dammit...I'm too old...for this. John pondered as he breathed heavily. If Zack Isaac...never came...I wouldn't be...this tired--
Wasting no time, Nathan darted toward the source of his suffering. Alarmed by his sudden rush, John pulled yet another combat knife from a holster on his person, and Nathan responded in kind by materializing a karambit knife.
"Just stay down and die!" John exclaimed as the two men entered into knife combat. They were at a slight stalemate as they expertly parried each other's rapid knife swings, but this was short-lived.
The events of this battle aligned with their entire head-on fight, as Nathan displayed superiority. His failing stamina also made things worse, as Nathan punished him by instantly switching to a long sword mid-swing.
The difference in the weight and length of the bladed instrument not only knocked John's knife out of his hand but also received a gash across his face.
"UGH!" John uttered as he staggered from the slash. The laceration was so deep that blood flew from his face and stained the ground.
John had no time to catch his breath, as Nathan immediately hopped away while materializing and tossing several frag grenades at him.
"Shit--"
BOOM!
John lifted his arms to guard the inevitable explosion and was quickly blasted across the block. He violently bounced on the road before coming to rest.
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Damn...bastard! John muttered as he pulled himself from the ground.
The bloodlust Nathan pursued his opponent, but a large chunk of rubble came soaring at him like a projectile. He reflexively guarded his face but suddenly received a strike to his chest.
John had used the rubble to close the distance and catch Nathan off guard.
"Damn it! You've suffered broken bones and extensive bleeding! Not to mention, your mind must be a mess right now!" John berated as he pummeled Nathan with several punches. "You're running on adrenaline right now! There's no way you'll defeat me--"
WHOOOSH!
The bright crimson flames suddenly manifested into a burst on John as Nathan materialized a flamethrower and showered him.
F-Flames!? John remarked upon his realization. Dammit!
"AAHHHH!!!" John yelled as he quickly leaped out of the range. His body received extensive third-degree burns and was still being affected by lingering flames, which he desperately began brushing off.
"U-Urgh...I-I can't..." John muttered as he desperately began to crawl away. Nathan, on the other hand, gazed at the escaping John before coldly following him.
"S...Shit...It hurts..." Despite receiving modifications to his body, John pathetically muttered those words. All the injuries he received had racked up, and that flamethrower shower was his breaking point. "I-I have to...retreat."
His words garnered no pity from Nathan, who continued following John. John only had the strength to crawl several meters, before stopping at the door of a home. As he leaned on the door, the only thing John could see was the cold Nathan gazing at him.
"...So, are you...going to...kill me?" John weakly questioned as he knew there was no escaping Nathan, not in his current condition. "Heh, what would...your parents think about...you taking a life...?"
"...You're right, John. My parents' philosophy was incorrect," Nathan responded. "Although they had...a selfless and admirable...goal, peace...can't be achieved...without violence."
"H-Huh?"
"As much...as I love...my parents...you're right, John," Nathan continued. "I've been shown this...the entire time...but you're the one...to give me...that epiphany. You'll die here...but you won...in the end."
As he spoke, Nathan recalled Lilith and Zack.
"I keep talking about...wanting to protect Lilith...but I never...did everything...to fulfill that. Once again...Zack had to...come to the rescue...He always...has," Nathan continued. "Because of my mistakes...they're in the state...they are in. If they...end up dying...I'll kill myself."
Nathan's words sent a shiver down John as he expressed fear on his face.
"I'll kill you...and then kill myself," Nathan declared as he materialized an axe in one hand and a large knife in the other. "I'm sure...you're happy."
"W-Wait! I-I have valuable information...about Rebecca!" John desperately pleaded. "If you kill me, you'll never--"
"I don't care. None of that...matters," Nathan said as he raised the axe. "I'm gonna kill you."
"N-NO!!"
Nathan succeeded in taking his life, but he did far more than just kill him. To quench the overwhelming bloodlust aimed toward John, Nathan tortured him. He used the knife to gouge John's eyes out of his sockets and to remove his innards from John's gut.
He also used the axe to sever the limbs of both his arms and legs...before fully decapitating John. This procedure was a rather messy one, as Nathan strolled away drenched in John's blood from his face to his body.
"Developer...developer..." Nathan repeatedly muttered as he walked. "If they die...I'm killing...myself. I'll get to...see you guys...again--"
It's as though this day was filled with surprises, as Nathan encountered another person he thought he'd never see while walking. It was none other than Ada, standing in his way.
She donned expensive clothing as usual, as Ada wore a red designer suit under a black furred overcoat. She even wore a tie, heeled leather boots, and sunglasses, all black.
"Hu...h?"
"Oh my, Nathan!" Ada said with a delighted expression. "Long time no see!"
"Get...the hell...outta my way...before I murder you," Nathan warned.
"Heh, look on you," Ada replied as she ignored his warning. "Drenched in the blood like the psycho criminals you despised! How delightful!"